Loch Ness Monster

It's one thing to be sitting comfortably in your tiny boat with your friends, talking about the possibility that there might be a large, prehistoric creature swimming around in the depths below you.

It's another thing entirely, to have it swim up from the deep, dark recesses of the lake and actually nudge your boat a bit.

Not an attack.
Just a little nudge.
To let you know that it's real and it's bigger than you imagine it being and it is aware of you and what you're saying.

That Nudge crosses over the boundary from Idle, Private Consideration to Possible Encounter and frankly that scares people. Being confronted by something large that you can't control.

It's so very big. And your boat is so very small and so very easy to tip over.

Once it's nudged your boat, you can't pretend that it's Idle Speculation anymore. It's now become Actual Experience, as real as the nose on the end of your face. Now comes the time when you have to decide how you're going to deal with the creature from the deep.

Are you going to give over to it?
Are you going to try to fight it off?
Or are you going to try to continue living as you had before, pretending that it's not real and hoping that it doesn't come after you, in the dark of night?

It's down there, people.
It's bigger than you think.

Cheers,
Mr.B

(I am, of course, not speaking about the Loch Ness Monster. I am, of course, speaking metaphorically about Something Else, which I choose to obfuscate. At this time. I leave you to your own interpretations. No, I won't clarify it for you.)